Hm.
Okay imagine this. You’re in a competition to win the affections of someone you like. Your crush, for elementary’s sake. In the arena, the lights are blinding you, crowd’s a-roarin’ and your sweat pours down your brow and makes it slightly difficult to see.
So in this arena. Your opponent stands on the other end. You are supposed to strangle each other to the death, winner takes all, the prize sits on a throne somewhere about, gazing dreamily at this dream. And you see her.
She looks like fuckin’ Angelina Jolie (or whoever you think is hubba hubba hot. i just have this never-ending infatuation with Angelina). Goddam those lips those eyes that hair and that attitude. How the fuck are you gonna win? With one look she turns you to stone. Don’t even need to touch you. She waltzes away with the prize and the crowd forgets you and you become a bird perch and the worst thing is, he forgets you. He forgets you ever existed, he passes you by in the square and notices the birds on your shoulders, but not you, not your pleading eyes, not the sound of your heart breaking, breaking into smaller pieces, not your silent scream for him to smash you into bits so that you might not exist anymore.
No, he does not. And years and years pass by. You see him, you see his children, his grandchildren. You see him grow frail and die. And for what it was worth, your heart it turns cold into stone as well.
Wow I’ve been blogging almost everyday for the past few days. Weird ideas. Bizzare. Rabbit holes and Alice. By jove, I think I’m gonna be alright. Yessuh.
